Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2015 11:25:16 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  80  ( Conclusion )

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  80


(Conclusion )


by Donny Mumford




One of the best things about Sunday mornings is lazily laying  in bed,
which is what I'm doing right now. It's a little after eleven o'clock as  I lay
here thinking about last night. I'm trying to understand what made our sex
in the pickup so special, which isn't a simple task considering I can't even
 articulate why it was so special. And it wasn't just me, Robby felt it was
 special too. Could it be as simple as the two of us feeling nostalgia for
our  history in the pickup? Over the past three-plus years we've had awesome
sexual  encounters in that truck, especially when we first began having sex
together...  our puppy-love beginnings as it were. Now that pickup's being
traded in for a  new one, so maybe last night's deeply felt lovers sex was
sort of our goodbye to  the pickup and to the memories we made in that truck.
Nah, that's not right  because we still have the memories whether we have the
pickup or not. So, maybe  our special sexual experience had something to do
with us knowing we're going to  be separated for most of the summer, so
during the remaining time we have  together we tried making it extra memorable.
Also, I'm thinking back to a couple  of rare eerie occasions when
everything between us was nearly perfect, and it  was like all the stars and planets
in the galaxy were aligned just right, and as  a result we had amazing sex
together... maybe last night was simply one of those  rare occasions.


I don't know, but I've gotta believe all those things are part  of the
explanation, but there's more to it than that. It's like those factors  plus
every single thing we've ever done together from the second we met,  including
big breakthrough like when we first began giving each other massages  in the
locker room as a substitute for any kind of real intimacy, then our first
kiss, plus every tiny detail of everything else we've ever done together
since  then. Our brains have been accumulating and banking all the data of
every single  bit of input from every single thing we did or said to each other
until finally  the sum of all those parts reached a tipping point in our
brains and locked us  together in love forever. I could almost hear the last
combination tumbler  'click' into place when we'd finally qualified to be in a
true love relationship  forever. You know, like in: 'They lived happily
ever after'.


I call it true love for lack of a better term. We've  prematurely talked
about 'true love' for more then a year now, but I feel we  only reached that
plateau last night. Lovers must earn the true love status and  there's no
short cuts. People who say they fell in love at first sight can just  as easily
fall out of love at second sight, but lovers like us would need to  reverse
all the positive lovers' vibes we've accumulated over the years before  we
could fall out of love. It's not something one can turn on or off, and I've
also been kicking around the idea that being separated this summer will
create  an even stronger bond between Robby and me. It's like this: as the days
we're  apart continue adding up, so will the degree we miss each other and
we'll  experience the distinct emotion of missing each other as an intense
longing. Now  it's just a vague concept of, 'I'm really going to miss you'.
Missing someone is  one of the strongest expressions of the human spirit and
it hurts, but at the  same time it's a pure emotion and when Robby and I
actually experience it we'll  end up appreciating and loving each other more
than ever. That's my latest  theory anyway.


So yes, I'm now convinced we're going to do all the things  Robby said we'd
do when we got temporarily engaged some month's back.  Realistically I'd
guess we're not getting married until we graduate, and that's  two years from
now. That seems like a long time and occasionally it's like I  can't wait to
begin that journey, but there's a lot of living to be done between  now and
then and I don't want to wish that time away. And no, I'm not talking
about cramming as much side-sex into the next two years as humanly possible.
Side-sex, as well as Robby's and my sex together represents a relatively tiny
part of our lives when compared to the big picture. There's only a few
minutes  out of the day that we're involved in the act of pure sex. They're pr
ecious  minutes for sure, awesome indescribable minutes of ecstasy, but still
they only  account for five, ten, fifteen minutes out of the 1,440 minutes
in each and  every day. Those other minutes deserve to be used fruitfully and
happily too.  That's what I meant when I say there's a lot of living to be
done between now  and then. Sex isn't the only enjoyable thing about life,
not by a long shot.  Some of us think it's the best thing about life, but
there are a multitude of  other pleasures too, like family, brotherly love,
friendship, laughing, books,  music, sports... the list of pleasurable aspects
of life goes on and  on.


Anyway, after all my blah, blah, blah speculating is done, the  bottom line
is I feel more in love with Robby and more sure of our future  together
than ever before. And while that's all well and good, right now I need  to use
some of today's minutes-without-sex to get myself ready to prepare  Sunday's
brunch. I'll start by getting out of bed and doing my bathroom  routine,
including a shower. Twenty minutes later I'm clean, dressed, and  feeling good
as I walk into an empty living room. Mom's bedroom door is still  closed
but I hear her shower running, which means she'll be ready in about an  hour.
Plenty of time to shop for groceries. Grabbing the extra set of key's for
the moms' Volvo I'm skipping down the steps to the parking lot when my cell
phone chirps. It's Robby!  We exchange some soppy words of love, then both
burst out laughing. I'm like, "Wow, we're going way over the top to maudlin
with  our mushy words of love, huh? We need to get a grip." He agrees, then
tells me  his father canceled their last meeting this morning, and Robby
adds, "So we  can head back anytime you want, boyfriend." I talk him into
joining us for  brunch at noon and we'll leave after that. Ya know, just hearing
his voice gave  me a squirmy loving feeling and I can't help but smile to
myself thinking that  love and happiness are a couple of awesomely cool
emotions. On the way to Stop  and Shop I try thinking of a better human emotion
than love, but can't come up  with a single thing.


At Stop & Shop I buy what I need for a potato omelet with  sour cream and
chives. There are eggs in that recipe but I'll do some scrambled  eggs too.
Also sides dishes like bacon, corn muffins, a fresh fruit dish,  coffee, and
orange juice. When I get back to the apartment with the groceries I  put the
omelet together and get it in the oven. Next the corn muffins  ingredients
are mixed and I'm just about to put the muffin tray in the oven when  mom
comes out of her bedroom looking good. She's as bright-eyed and cheery as
ever, kinda petite at a few inches shorter than me and slim like me. Mom's a
pretty little thing and kinda sexy too if you're into older woman. She sits
at  the kitchen bar drinking coffee and watching me cut up fresh fruit while
telling  me about the wonderful time she had with her fiancé, Bud, after
work. That's his  nickname... Tris' twin's nickname is, Rider. Both are really
good guys. Anyway,  while listening to mom I'm picking up on the fact that
after the four of them  had some cocktails together at the bar, the couples
split up to have separate  dates. Hmmm, I'm thinking that likely means carnal
knowledge was involved.  Then when Tris comes in, her and mom exchange
grins, giggles, and knowing  'looks', which confirms my suspicion. I suppose
they all have certain needs too,  but I can't help wondering how old you need
to be before you stop having sex?  Well, the moms are thirty-seven or
thirty-eight and the twin's are like  twenty-nine so that's probably not old enough
to be 'too old' for sex. Picturing  your mom getting laid is not a cool
soothing thing to think about, so I'm going  to stop thinking about it right
now.


The doorbell chimes and when I open the door there's Robby  looking so sexy
and cute I get a shiver down my spine. We do a nice kiss 'hello'  and then
the moms give Robby a greeting like maybe they haven't seen him for  weeks
instead of last night at dinner. It makes me grin seeing Robby blush and
stammer his 'hellos' to the moms. Then he helps me finish getting the brunch on
 the table and his help adds only about five or six minutes to my
preparation  time. It's a cheerful brunch with the moms being even more effervescent
than  usual for reasons I don't want to think about. After a successful
brunch Robby  and I say our goodbyes at around quarter to three. During the
drive back to  college we discuss the reasons we were so enamored by our pickup
truck  love-making last night. He says he was thinking about it too and he'd
come up  with a couple of the same things I considered, but in the end he
likes my  combination-lock-down theory, so we're sticking with that until we
think of  something better. Actually the more we analyze that theory the
more we're a  little leery and hung-up on the 'true love' in conjunction with
side-sex  component. It's not the first time we've had to admit 'true love'
and side-sex  don't seem to be compatible, so we agree the 'true love'
conclusion needs an  asterisk next to it for now, and we'll reevaluate the
situation as soon as we  again experience that special feeling we felt last night.
Robby says, "I  think you're closing in on something with your theory,
Dylan, but it still needs  some work." I laugh, "You're not helping much," and he
goes, "I'm assigning the  task of explaining our love affair to you and
your analytical brain. As for me,  I'm content to just revel in the fact we're
in love." I mutter, "I've gotta do  all the analysis for both of us, is that
it?" He grins, shaking his head slowly  because he doesn't need it analyzed...
 it just is what it is. That's Robby's  conviction, and he just might have
something there.

As we approach the Royal Crest Apartments I get a nervous  feeling in my
stomach thinking about Ryan. I guess I'm wondering if this new  revelation of
Robby's and my official true-love status, with an asterisk, will  effect how
I feel about Ryan. Plus I want to know why it is that the closer we  get to
summer break the more apprehensive Ryan seems to get about it. Robby  parks
at the apartment rental office before going to our apartment. My
ever-conscientious boyfriend wants to check in at the rental office to be sure  we
know what we need to do at the end of this year's lease. I go into the office
with him and watch him put on his no-nonsense businessman persona. It soon
becomes obvious to me he's wasted that persona on the slovenly dressed
clerk in  the office. The guy takes five minutes finding the records for our
unit on the  computer. Then he goes through a pile of forms on his messy desk
before finally  mumbling, "Ah yes, here it is. Oh man, you have no idea!
There are simply too  many people checking out at the same time for me to keep
up with all of them.  It's all you Merrimack students!" Yeah, like it's our
fault, so I'm thinking,  'Yeah, pal, tell your lament to somebody who gives a
shit'. He's a  twenty-something year old guy who reminds me of a less
attractive Norman Bates.  When his back is turned to us, this Norman puts his
finger in his nose.  Unfortunately I'm off to the side so I see him pick his
nose. That's a bit  disturbing and now I have zero interest in touching the
form he finally lays on  the counter, saying, "It's all been taken care of by
this guy," and he taps the  form leaving a booger fingerprint. Robby and I
exchange 'looks' of astonishment  as Norman tries wiping it away, but just
smears it. We both lean back away from  the form as the guys say, "Um, a
Jeffrey Romero handled what you guys needed to  do about end of lease paper work.
Any time this month you can just drop off the  keys in the slot right there
on the door," pointing with his booger finger.  Robby mutters, "Thanks,"
and on the way out, he says, "I guess it's all good,  but the lease was in my
name so I don't think that guy knows what he's doing." I  go, "Whatever.
Right next to the booger fingerprint the form's stamped,  'Finalized', so fuck
it."


We carry our stuff up the steps to our apartment and inside we  find Chubby
laying on the sofa talking on his cellphone. When he sees us he says  to
whoever he's talking to, "I gotta go,"and he jumps up giving Robby a quick
hug, saying, "Hey, if it isn't Merrimack's MVP second baseman," and then I get
a  two-arm hug and a kiss, "Dylan! I missed you, bro." I rub his head,
mumbling,  "Me too, Chub," and Robby asks Chubby, "When did you deal with the
end of lease  shit?" Chubby goes, "Yesterday. You did the hard part last fall
and I thought  I'd take care of the easy part. We're all set to just walk
away with whatever we  brought with us last fall. That dork in the office is
such a loser though. Do  you know the miscreant I'm referring to?" I go,
"Yeah, we just came from there.  He has a certain Norman Bates flair about him."
 Chubby laughs, "Yeah, now  that you mention it, that's who he reminded me
of too." I tell Chubby about the  booger and he goes, "Oh fuck, that's
gross. Ya know what's worse though." I  mutter, "I don't wanna know what's
worse." Chubby says, "No seriously, I read  online a professor at some university
published a paper claiming eating your  boogers might be good for you." I
yell, "Stop it!" and he laughs,  "This  guy's a biochemist and he claims
boogers may help introduce pathogens to your  immune system resulting in the
build-up of natural defenses." Robby looks at me,  asking, "Can't you control
him at all?" and we all have to laugh at the booger  humor. It's like 'fart
humor', while it's disgusting, ya can't help but  laugh. Laughingly Chubby's
insisting he's only reporting the latest scientific  news. When we've put our
stuff away, the three of us drive to Merrimack's campus  to see what's up
there. It's a nice days so we walk around smacking hands or  bumping fist
with students we know and occasionally stopping to shoot the shit  with the
more interesting acquaintances. In the quad we get Cokes and hear about  an
end-of-semester mixer at one of the frat houses, but for the moment we're not
interested.


While drinking our Cokes of course we're all on our cell  phones. I text
Ryan and he text back that he stayed at Felix Jonnas' place last  night and
he's still there. Robby sees my text, and mumbles, "Tell him we're  doing a
review for tomorrows exam. Seven o'clock tonight." I text that and Ryan  says
he'll see us then. On our way out of the quad Chubby grabs John Beverly's
arm as he's walking by, saying, "Yo, we need to discuss that little matter
about  the girls." We all exchange, "Whassup?" with John Beverly and then
Chubby says  to Robby and me, "I'll check you guys out later and, um, I'll get a
ride back to  the apartment with somebody and you probably shouldn't count
on me for dinner."  Then he squeezes my hand, saying, "See ya later, bro."
Those two go back into  the quad talking about whatever they're up to. A
little later Robby and I are  smoking cigarettes sitting on the steps when Danny
Monday shows up and does the  one arm hug and pat on the chest with both of
us, then Robby tells him about  tonight's review session. I've watched
these two interact for a couple of months  now and if I didn't know they were
gay I'd never give a thought that they were.  Robby and Danny talk about the
team's break-up dinner, and then the awards  dinner two nights later. Two
separate affairs and then  there are private team parties thrown by a couple of
the captains. I  say, "You guys are gonna be partying all week." Danny
mumbles, "Yeah, but I'll  be doing very little drinking. I mean, we gotta go to
the team's functions  but this also happens to be the most important week of
the year with final  exams." Robby shrugs, "Yeah it is kind of a dumb week
for all these dinners and  parties, but like you said, we have to attend the
team stuff. It's fucked-up  because the season started so late this year.
The baseball schedule usually  begins and ends three weeks earlier." We
wander around discussing why  baseball season was delayed this year, and at the
same time we're sort of saying  goodbye to the campus until next year. Later
the three of us have dinner at  Fuddruckers with Danny and Robby on one side
of the table and me on the other  side. I'm looking at them thinking how
cool it is they have identical haircuts,  compliments of me. They see me
smirking and Danny asks, "What?" and I go, "Oh  nothing, just looking at your's
and Rob's identical flat tops." Danny shrugs, "I  don't even think about it
anymore. But yeah, this haircut's cool, don't you  think, Rob?" Robby goes,
"Yeah I do," and raises his glass of Coke, saying, "A  toast to the world's
best barber." They tap glasses as I'm shaking my head,  mumbling, "Oh please..."

After dinner, back at the apartment complex we see Ryan  waiting for us. We
all go inside the back door where the three of us give Ryan a  quick kiss
'hello', as we're in the habit of doing. Then in the hall upstairs,  Danny
says, "I didn't get a chance to do this on campus," and he gives me and  Robby
a kiss. It might be my imagination but it seemed to me that Danny put a
little extra into my kiss. I look at him with a questioning expression, so he
says, "What, the kiss? Sorry if I put too much umpth in it." He puts his
arm  across my shoulders hugging me against his side and looks at me as he's
saying,  "But you and me are tight, right? I mean, we're almost like brothers
now that we  have the same boyfriend." That makes zero sense, but he seems
uber friendly and  sincere while saying it, so I smile and mumble, "Yeah, I
guess so, bro." Then I  glance over and see Ryan glaring at me. Inside our
apartment Robby's getting out  the review material so I go over to Ryan and
nudge him, quietly asking, "Are you  mad at me, or something?" He shakes his
head, "No, I'm not mad. It's just that  this is our last full week before
the summer break and I've got a lot on my  mind. There are things I want to
tell you, but not now." I raise my eyebrows  giving him a 'look' and he
chuckles, "It's nothing really bad, Dylan, don't  worry, and anyway you know damn
well I'm gonna take good care of you this  summer. It's just that we ought
to get started this week. Get a head start." I  shrug, "Get a head start on
what?" He goes, "I already told you, not now! I'll  tell ya later when we're
alone." Jeez, Ryan's a little testy  tonight.


Robby calls us over and we do a half hour review for tomorrows  final and
when it's over we're giving each other high fives because we know this  shit
cold. Danny talks Robby into checking out the mixer we heard about at the
quad. They say they're only going to have a beer or two. Naturally they try
talking Ryan and me into going with them, but I just don't feel like it.
First  of all I don't especially like the taste of beer. I usually don't drink
one beer  unless I'm going to drink many more after the first one to get a
little high.  There are exceptions to that of course, like peer pressure, but
tonight's not  one of the exceptions. They leave and now Ryan and I are
alone. I look at him  while shrugging; like, what are we gonna do now? He
grins, then holds my face  between his hands and gives me one of his special
kisses which gets my penis  hard. Ryan sees the pup tent in my lap and pats my
boner, then holds his hand on  it a second, saying, "Glad I still turn you
on," then he gives my hard dick a  squeeze, mumbling, "Lets have a cigarette."
I gulp nodding my head too fast like  a dork, then follow him out on the
balcony. The way he blatantly acted like he  can do anything he wants with my
pecker got me feeling a tad submissive, and I  guess he can do anything he
wants with my pecker so I get another touch of  submissiveness. I bump
against him with desire in my eyes and he gives me a hug,  mumbling, "Not right
now, baby." We light cigarettes as Ryan goes, "Okay, um,  what I meant by
getting a head start, um, it has to do mostly with me being  in-charge. Ah, lets
see. Well, like I told you awhile back my parents weren't  exactly thrilled
when I told them I'm gay. As you also know I worked it out with  them okay,
but they're still less than thrilled about it. Anyway, I'm thinking  by me
being in charge of us it'll help not only you, but me too. It'll
demonstrate to my dad that being gay doesn't mean I'm girlie or wishy-washy or a
pushover." I huff, "Well, I've no intention of being any of those things either,
 plus I told you already, Ryan, I don't need any help avoiding some
dominant  asshole." I don't add, 'Like you did'.


Ryan holds his hand  up, "Okay, okay... you don't think you do, but it
won't hurt to be a little  submissive to me, will it? I mean, you're already the
'sub' part of our sub/dom  sex, right?" I go, "Sure, and that's fine to a
degree, but my goal this summer  is to gain a little maturity. Like I told
you, me being away  from home and dealing with a whole new set of
circumstances will likely help me  with the maturity thing." He nods, "Fine, but you
agreed that I'll be  in-charge, so we're still on the same page. You get more
mature,  which ain't a bad idea by the way, and I show my father I can be
decisive and  authoritarian too. Anyway, both mom and dad said if you're going
to be spending  time with our family it'll be my responsibility to make sure
you fit in  seamlessly." I go, "You mean making sure I don't steal the
silver wear or take a  piss on the front lawn?" He shakes his head, "No, of
course not, don't be a  smart ass. It means I need to be the one who sees you
get to church with us  and generally, you know, fit in like I do. I told them
it'll be like having two  of me." I have to laugh which makes Ryan blush. I
guess he blushed because what  he said was kinda insulting to me and, well,
it was stupid. He whines,  "Goddammit, Dylan, it sounds creepier than it is.
I shouldn't even have brought  it up... I'm sorry. Of course you know how to
act, probably better than me.  They'll be saying they want two of you rather
than two of me." I give him a hug,  "Guess what you're doing, Ryan? It's
what I do all the time, you're over  thinking this." He looks confused and
embarrassed, so I feel sorry for him.  "It'll be find, Ryan. I like that you'll
be in-charge, dude, so lighten up and  don't worry about it." He goes,
"Really?" and I'm like, "Yeah, really." He nods  his head, "You're right, it'll
be okay. I still think it wouldn't do any harm  getting in the right frame
of mind this week though. See how we do with me  in-charge." I say,
"Whatever, but there's not much for you to be in charge of."  He rubs my head, "The
haircut was a good start, don'cha think?" I go, "Well, if  you mean did it
put me in my place so to speak, yeah it did." He smiles, "You're  awesome,
Dylan." We hold our cigarettes out to the side while we have a hot kiss
getting my pecker's attention again. Okay, it's good to know I've still got the
hots for him, especially considering he'll be the only person I know for ten
weeks this summer


Finishing our cigarettes, I ask, "Okay, mister boss-in-charge,  what are we
gonna do now?" He says, "You're gonna get in your bedroom and strip  naked,
that's what you're gonna do," and he smacks my ass, adding, "Now!" and I
go, "Oooh, yeah, that's cool, mister boss man." As we're walking down the
hall,  I'm thinking, 'Yeah, definitely an asterisk is needed for my theory of
the true  love designation'. In my bedroom I get undressed while Ryan's
taking a piss.  Standing at the foot of the bed naked I watch him come out of the
bathroom  drying his hands, then he hands me the towel, "Take care of this
for me, okay?"  I suppress a grin feeling a tingling on my dick. Ryan's
doing his dominant part  pretty good and while it doesn't get me hot and sexy
the same way Robby does, it  gets me aroused in a different way. I walk over
and toss the towel into the  bathroom and when I turn around Ryan's got his
big dick hanging out of his fly.  He smiles wiggling his finger for me to
come over to him. So now I'm standing  naked in front of Ryan definitely in the
mood for some sub/dom sex. Actually,  while last night's fresh in my mind
I'm anxious to compare our sub/dom sex with  sex in the pickup last night
with Robby. Research, ya know. Ryan rubs my head  with both hands, then drags
his hands down the sides of my head and across my  shoulders, then down the
outside of my arms. His hands feel good on my body as I  stare at his face.
The overhead ceiling light shines off his little round,  out-of-style
glasses. His short, soft-looking curly sparse whiskers look sexy  although there
are no whiskers on his pink cheeks yet, just along his jaw a  little, some at
the bottom of his chin, and a wispy mustache. As far as I'm  concerned his
beginning-beard is cute and sexy.


Ryan's hands squeeze my bare butt cheeks as he mutters, "Gee,  your body is
beautiful, Dylan. I never get tired of looking at it. The weight  lifting
has improved your already hot bod'." I go, "Look who's talking, you're
body's awesome, Ryan." He shrugs, "Thanks, but I wish I was bigger, ya know.
You're two or three inches taller than me with wider shoulders and bigger, um,
bigger everything. I'm jealous." I smirk, "Not bigger everything, Ryan,"
and he grins, "Yeah, at least I got that going for me," and he picks up his
limp  dick and stretches it out, asking, "Ya wanna suck on this little dick
of mine?"  I do the too fast head nod, pissed-off at myself as I'm doing it.
That's a habit  I'm going to break! I feel like such a dork when I do that
but it seems to  happen on it's own. It's become an involuntary response like
my shoulders  shuddering when I'm sexually aroused, or me smelling the back
of my hand and  wrist. With the tip of his finger he flips my nip ring up,
telling me, "I'm  getting one of these this summer, and a little tattoo." I
mumble, "You wild and  crazy guy you. Nip rings hurt like a motherfucker,
just so ya know." With a grin  on his lips, he puts his hands on my shoulders
pressing down slightly, so I drop  to my knees picking up his dick, then
unbutton his pants, opening up the zipper  area so I can pull his balls out
through his boxer short's fly. Ryan rubs my  head, probably to remind me of my
fucked-up haircut, and that does give me more  of a submissive feeling. This
is so very different from Robby's and my sex last  night, but there's
definitely a place for this kind of sub/dom sex too. Not the  doggie collar
version anymore, but this more subtle version that still gets me  hot.


Licking his balls I notice a very clean Ryan-scent making me  think he took
a shower at Felix's before meeting us for the review earlier.  Mmmm, nice
scent and a nice set of big balls inside Ryan's pinkish scrotum sack.  It's
mostly hairless which is kinda nice too. As I cover his nuts with a thin
coating of saliva Ryan's moving the head of his cock around my face. A nice
dominant touch except there's a drip of urine left over from his piss and
that's  smearing around my face and it's getting a bit annoying so I take his
cock from  his fingers and suck on the head. Yeah, a quick taste of piss, as
he goes,  "Aaaah, uuum." I'm sucking his cock into my mouth inch by inch with
it firming  up fairly fast. Ryan rubs my head again, saying, "Your mouth
feels good on my  dick, babe, but listen up there's something new. I'm making
it routine that  whenever you suck my cock you take it in your throat every
time and occasionally  I'll cum in your mouth before fucking you. That way I
can fuck you longer after  just having an orgasm, fuck you longer the way
we both like it." My eyes go up  to his as the head of his cock bumps the gag
reflex area of my throat. He looks  down at me nodding his head, "Yes, like
I said, in your throat." I managed to  accomplish that with Ryan only once
or twice in the early days when we had such  heat for each other it was
almost frightening. I still have the hots for him,  although I still can't
pinpoint exactly why, and it's not the hots like in days  gone by, so I don't
know if I can take this monster cock of his in my throat  now. At the moment my
mouth is so full talking this through with him isn't an  option.


By now both out cocks are fairly hard. Sucking a cute guy's  cock has
always given me a boner. In fact, when I was being introduced to gay  sex by the
un-cute fat Carl, I'd get a boner sucking his cock too. Like I said,  he
wasn't cute at all, but I was just coming into my submissiveness and he knew
how to exploit it. Now I wouldn't even consider sucking his cock, the hell
with  that, and the very thought of him is repugnant. Not so with Ryan's cock
though,  so when he puts a hand on both sides of my head, the palms of his
hands on my  ears and his fingers partially around the back of my head, I
figure I'll give it  a try 'cause it doesn't look like I've got a choice
anyway. Ryan humps his hips  pushing the head right on the gag area and I'm
gagging and struggling with sweat  breaking out on my forehead. I can feel my face
getting red as Ryan murmurs,  "Easy, Dylan," and he pulls my head forward
so the fat head of his cock slides  very tightly into my throat bulging my
throat out just under my chin. "You're  doing good, baby," and he leans
towards my face while pulling my head towards  him. His cock is forced down my
throat as tears roll down my cheeks with me  gagging and trying to pull my head
back. Ryan's biceps bulge and he's simply too  strong for me. Slowly my
face moves towards his boxer shorts as his hard cock  goes down my throat.
Constantly gagging I stare at the approaching pubic hairs  sticking out through
the slit of his underwear. My Adam's apple stretches my  neck out with the
skin tight and then my nose is inside the opening of his boxer  shorts
surrounded by his pubic hairs.


I can't breath and even though I feel like I'm going to hurl  from gagging
there's no place for vomit to go, not with his giant tree  trunk blocking my
throat. He begins pulling my head off his boner inch by  inch and then
finally the head of his cock is on my tongue with air rushing into  my lungs.
Huge inhale from me as his cock's slides out of my mouth. It's an  extremely
hard boner shiny with saliva, I'm gasping for breath, saliva rolling  down my
chin. Ryan's still holding my head with both  hands as he says,  "Pick my
cock up and put it on your tongue." In a bit of a trance, I hesitantly  do
that as I'm still gasping for oxygen, he says, "Once more," and he does it
all over again with my stress and discomfort level exactly like it was the
first  time. I survive the second throat fucking, again gasping for air and now
feeling  dizzy, but I look down and see my cock is so hard it's sticking
straight out,  six inches of super hard penis and I realize I'm in a deep
submissive trance by  now, totally dominated and liking the feeling. I've got
heavy eyelids and a  dreaminess I haven't experienced for awhile. It feels so
good and all the  unpleasantness is forgotten. In a submissive fog, I gaze
up at him as he holds  his hard boner in his fist with a long drool of watery
precum hanging  precariously off the head. He nods toward it and in a
dream-like trance I move  my head over to his cock and slurp off the precum.


Ryan murmurs, "Good boy," and pulls on the back of my neck so  I fall
forward towards him on my hands and knees, thinking, 'doggy style fuck'.  He
pulls a tube of lubricant from his pocket and hands it too me saying  something
but his voice seemingly comes from so far away I can't hear him. I
submissively nod my head anyway. Squeezing lube on my fingers I fist his boner
twisting my fist up and down the shaft spreading the lube, and then a big blob
on the head of his cock. Lastly I spread a blob on my asshole and poke a
finger  inside. Ryan twirls his finger and I walk on my hands and knees in a
half circle  so my ass is now facing him. He grabs my hips and presses the
head of his cock  against my asshole forcing it in, and I go, "Aaaarr, ooh,"
arching my back, but  it feels good too and the lube helped a lot. My anus is
stretched almost to it's  limit though, so I'm squirming on my hands and
knees groaning until, "SMACK!"  rings out and my left butt cheeks stings. I
settle down, and for the next minute  or so experience a delicious mixture of
pain and pleasure until I can't tell the  difference as his large cock
tightly is forced up my ass until Ryan's laying  against my buttock rubbing my
shoulders, murmuring, "Wow, this feels so good,  Dylan. Oh man, that deep
throating got me so fucking hot." I can hear him now so  I've lost the intense
submissiveness I had from the deep throating. It's  becoming more and more
obvious to me that my submissive trances don't last as  long as they used to
and I kinda miss my old ones. I'd hate to think I'll lose  the trances all
together some time in the future.


He lets my rectum adjust and by now we both know my well  trained rectum
won't take very long getting used to his big boner. As my rectum  begins
accommodating this latest intrusion the pain fades and is slowly replaced  with
pleasure. What a brilliant move on nature's part to make the prostate and
anus the grand canyons of nerve endings. Uncountable nerve endings crammed
full  of pleasure sensations waiting to be properly stimulated, and a cock like
Ryan's  is an amazing stimulator. He notices my body relax as the pain
leaves and he  rubs my back, murmuring, "Good boy," then pulls his long cock
back as I shudder  from the fabulous vibrations off my prostate and the almost
itchy feeling all  around the lips of my asshole. The lube's slipperiness
causes Ryan to  miscalculate his withdrawal and the head of his boner slips
completely out of my  distended asshole. "SMACK!" rings out as my butt cheek
quivers and stings, "Work  with me here a little, Dylan, tighten your
sphincter muscle when I'm backing  out, "SMACK!", "Okay, babe?" I go, "Absolutely,
my fault," and the head of his  boner barges in past my sphincter again.
This time Ryan pushes his hard boner  all the way in until the metal zipper of
his fly is pressed tightly against my  buttocks, and I groan as the pain
returns, then quickly fades. With his cock  fully impaling me, Ryan leans down
and reaches under to stroke my boner. Three  strokes pulling the foreskin
back tight, and then moving it forward as he's  again withdrawing his cock and
then immediately slides it tightly back up my  ass. Precum drool out of my
cock as I moan, "Ooooh, mmm, ooh Ryan, yeaaah." A  half dozen additional
tight strokes on my boner, the side of his fist hitting my  nuts as he pulls it
back. I'm moving my body, swaying with the sensations coming  off my cock
and rectum, "Ooooh, umm, umm, Ryaaaan, feels sooo good." He begins  stroking
my boner tightly while fucking my ass. "Oh, aah, Ryan, aah, aah."  Letting
go of my iron-hard boner, he grips my hips and start a hard fast fucking  of
my ass that has me immediately groaning and moaning and slipping back into
submission. Then a hand comes off my hip and he smacks my ass, "SMACK!
SMACK!"  and my butt cheek's on fire. Another "SMACK!" with his large boner
moving in and  back, in and back, "SMACK!" and my back arching with so many
pleasure sensations  exploding in my rectum I don't even think of complaining
about the smacks on my  red stinging ass.

Ryan's humping his cock up my ass so hard I move forward a  little with
each thrusts and soon I'm walking unsteadily on all fours with him  continuing
to fuck my ass and smack it. I'm like, "Oooh," "SMACK!" "Ow, ooh,  ooh,"
"SMACK!" "Ooh, umm, mmm, yes, Ryan, fuck me", "SMACK!" "Aaaah, oooh," with  me
continuing awkwardly to walk slowly on my hands and knees. My boner hardly
moves it's so hard and tight with little sprays of precum after every smack
on my ass. Inside my hard nuts I can sense my orgasm really getting close
to  blowing spunk up and out my granite-hard cock. Ryan puts both his hands
on my  forehead pulling my head back to stop me from moving forward.
Stationary now he  humps his cock up my ass, gasping himself now. He's pulls my head
back so hard I  find myself lifting up off my hands so Ryan's boner is
driving straight up my  ass now as his hips move steadily pushing his boner
authoritatively back and  forth in my electrified rectum. My cock points
straight out from me so hard it's  quivering with the pee slit gapingly opening,
then closing... it's ready to fire  off. The sensations are like one ginormous
tease of my impending climax and then  my body jerks and gets stiff as I
squeal with cum shooting straight out, a long  string of creamy spunk that has
me trembling with anticipation of another  tantalizing shot of cum. Ryan
gasps, humping against my buttocks while  ejaculating his cum, saturating my
bowels with creamy semen and I feel his whole  body against mine shuddering, my
body stiff as a board as more streaks of cum  fly from my cock. Ryan's
hugging my head against his chest still humping against  me shooting his load
inside me. I see dots of light as I go limp with orgasmic  remnants sizzling
and whirling around my groin and my cock's head buzzing like a  vibrator.
Ryan lays limply against me, only loosely hugging my head now. I drop  back
down on my hands as my legs slowly slide back until I'm laying flat on the
throw rug feeling weak but wonderful. It's the way I always feel after being
fucked really well.


With Ryan's cock still up my ass he lays on me completely  still, his heart
beating fast against my back. Then I hear his deep sigh as he's  gets on
his knees withdrawing his long, quickly softening cock. Standing he  holds a
hand down to me, so I take his hand and pull myself up. Without either  of us
saying anything Ryan gets his arm around the back of my waist and walks me
into the bathroom. His cum runs down the back of my legs as we get in the
shower  and he turns on the water. It's wicked cold at first so we cling to
each other  shivering until the water heats up. Then, still without talking,
we wash each  other. The last bit of washing I do is on his dick, and then
he spends extra  time cleaning my ass and the back of my legs. I'm trying to
decide if I'm still  in a submissive mood, and conclude, yeah, I am a little
bit. That's to be  expected after being fucked dominantly the way Ryan just
did. It's so different  from the sex with Robby last night, but with both
of then I had big satisfying  climaxes. I'd rather not choose, but if I had
to it would be Robby's  sex over Ryan's. I love Robby so deeply our sex just
seems more meaningful,  but Ryan and me have feelings for each other too, so
with him it's a step above  regular buddy sex, and a step or two below
Robby's and my sex. I think I'll keep  this evaluation to myself though because
who rates sex acts except me, but fuck  it, sex is my hobby. Would I turn
down sex with either of them? Not likely at  this point, but time has a way of
clarifying things, so I'll see how it goes  over time.


Ryan finally says something as he turns off the water, "Jeez,  Dylan, I
gotta tell you, the realization I'm going to have sex like this with  you all
summer is like a fantasy come true for me." We're out of the shower  stall
when he hugs his wet naked body to mine, murmuring, "This summer is going  to
be soooo awesome, isn't it?" I say, "Uh huh, you fuck okay," and he does a
playful smack on my ass, "Okay? Just okay? That hurts my feelings." I
mumble, "I  don't want to give you a big head, Ryan. If I told you how hot your
fucking is  you might start easing off and I want you striving to be even
hotter and  sexier." He lets go of me, "Okay, you agree I fuck you hot and sexy.
Good, I  feel better now," and he passes me a clean towel from the pile on
the shelf.  Without thinking, I start drying him and he goes, "Yes! My
submissive boyfriend  knows his place." I chuckle throwing the towel at him, "Dry
yourself," as I take  another towel and now we're drying ourselves with
Ryan grinning, then asking,  "Did you think I expected you to dry me?" I go,
"No, I was being nice until you  dropped that submissive bomb on me." He
whines, "That's the whole idea," and I  go, "That's your whole idea, mine is to
be more mature and drying you isn't a  step in that direction." As we walk
into the bedroom, he goes, "We'll work it  out so we're both happy."


We get dressed, grab a Snapple from the refrigerator and go  out on the
balcony for a cigarette. I take a drag, and as the smoke  drifts out of my
mouth, I go, "Let me ask you something. Um, why are you getting  more uptight
the closer we get to the summer break?" He frowns, "I'm not  uptight, it's
just that, um, I want to be sure you know some things about what's  expected of
me, you know, what my folks expect of me when I'm home and, well,  one of
those things will be making sure, more of less, you do what I do. My  parents
take parenting seriously. They're, um, serious people and it's sort of a
'yes sir,' 'yes ma'am' kind of thing when we're interacting with them. But
there's not a lot of interacting, so it's not a big deal." I blow exhaled
smoke  his way, saying, "You led me to believe your parents doted on you and
spoiled  you. You said they think you can do no wrong and I was sorta looking
forward to  that appraisal of me too." He shrugs, "They mostly spoil me
monetarily buying me  stuff like my car, but I can't imagine they'd buy you
anything. And it's not  like dad and me go to ballgames together or anything
like that. He's the  parent and I'm the kid, we're not like buddies." Teasing
him a little about the  serious parenting comment, I ask, "Did they come to
your baseball games to watch  you play in high school? You were a starter,
right?" He nods his head, mumbling,  "I started some games, but my size was a
handicap and I wasn't nearly as strong  as I am now after all the weight
lifting I've been doing." I ask, "Yeah, but how  about your parents, did they
show up at games to watch you play?" He shakes his  head, "No, they're too
busy to do that. My dad didn't get to be head of that big  facility in Georgia
watching me play baseball. He works long hours and my mom's  involved in
organizing charity stuff, and I don't know what else she does. Um,  she
organizes stuff for the wives of the managers working for my dad too, like
theater nights and lunches and stuff like that.  Another thing is, um,  we're not
what you'd call a demonstratively, overly affection family." Good, I  don't
want his mother pawing me or getting some awkward hug from his old  man.


Flicking my cigarette butt off my chest, then kicking at it, I  ask, "Okay,
what's the worst I can expect from your parents?" He says, "There  isn't
any 'worst', Dylan. They're my parents, a little more serious than most,  but
they're not monsters, they're serious parents, but why focus on them? Some
nights we'll eat dinner with them and on Sunday it's an hour at church.
Mostly  we'll be on the job, or on our own." I nod, still in a teasing mood, "Uh
huh,  but a few days ago you said something about farm chores. What's that
all about?"  He's getting irritated, "You said the word 'chores' reminded
you of a farm, not  me. I didn't say anything about a farm! Our house is about
as far from a farm as  you can get. The chores I already told you about.
Take the trash out, cut the  grass once a week, keep our room neat, normal
shit like that." I ask, "So we're  sleeping together, right?" He goes, "I'm
hopeful of that, yes." I'm like, "Ah  ha, you're hopeful, huh? That's not the
answer you gave me last week. You said  it was all set." He mutters, "They're
thinking about it. I'm going to nag for  it, you can be sure of that." I
go, "Uh huh, what kind of punishment do your  folks give you when you're a
naughty boy?" He says, "They've never laid a hand  on me. It's like, go to your
room, or no computer this weekend and bull shit  like that. They're
basically normal, Dylan. Well, except for the 'yes, sir'  nonsense. Both mom and
dad were born and raised in the south. Getting promoted  back to the south was
both their dreams."


Nothing sounds too bad, except I get the feeling he's not  telling me
everything. Oh well, if he's painted an accurate picture of what I  can expect,
it's just 'bad' enough that it'll be a challenge putting up with it.  A
different environment is what I need if I going to have a true test of putting
my big boy pants on and dealing with it. Deal with it like a young adult
instead  of an immature smart ass kid which is sometimes how I act. This is all
about  self improvement! I'm not doing this to have a fun time, although
getting fucked  regularly like Ryan did a little while ago isn't something I'd
turn my nose up  at either. I like sleeping with a guy I like too, but if I
turns out we can't  sleep together I haven't lost anything because I
wouldn't be sleeping with  anyone this summer in Framingham either. And, what the
hell, Ryan can be  in-charge all he wants because he's my only ally for most
of the  summer.


Ryan's been frowning a little as I'm thinking my thoughts, but  now he
comes over and puts his arm around my waist hugging me, "It'll be much  better
than you think, babe. The stuff we've been talking about is the bad  stuff,
and how bad is it? It's nothing really, just good manners and I'll be  your
guide. I'm making it my priority to see that you don't feel uncomfortable
and that nothing embarrassing ever happens. That's the in-charge part. I'll
fill  you in before any situation arises so you'll know as much as I do." He's
 seems so sincere I bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning at his
seriousness.  I've been mostly teasing him about all this crap. Then, to continue
teasing, I  say, "Are you under the impression I have bad manners?" Shaking
his head, "No,  of course not. I'm saying be yourself. Oh fuck, it's me
that's making a mountain  out of a molehill. We'll play it by ear," and with that
Robby comes in the  apartment smiling, and joins us on the balcony.


He gives us both a kiss with booze on his breath, asking,  "What are you
two talking about so seriously?" Ryan says, "Nothing, just a  little about
this summer." Robby goes, "This summer, huh?" and squeezes the back  of Ryan's
neck so hard Ryan's hunching his shoulders, "Ooow, what the fuck,  Rob?"
Robby goes, "Oh nothing, just that you better make my boyfriend happy down
there and I don't mean screwing him around the clock. I mean when I talk to
Dylan he better sound happy or I'll come down there, maybe I'll bring Jeff,
and  we'll take Dylan home. That's after we rearrange your teeth." I go,
"Robby!" and  Ryan wiggles out of Robby's grip, shouting, "What the fuck's wrong
with you,  Rob? Dylan can leave anytime he wants to leave. You won't need to
rearrange  anything." Robby grins, "Fine, I'm just saying..." I try to
lighten things up by  putting my arms around Robby, saying, "You're my hero," then
to Ryan, "You heard  him, Ryan, Rob's my man and he'll kick your ass if
you're not nice to me." Ryan  says, "Oh brother, it's getting deep in here, and
time for me to leave." He has  those wet eyes he gets sometimes when his
feelings get hurt. Robby mutters,  "What, was it something I said?" slurring
the word 'something' into 'slumping'.  I grab Ryan's arm, telling Robby, "Be
nice! Ryan's our friend. You need to  apologize to him. That was not cool."
Robby shrugs, "Jesus, I'm just trying to  kid around here. Ya take
everything so seriously," sounding like, 'sheshaly'. I  give him a look, and he
chuckles, saying to Ryan, "Best if you remember what I  said." Then, abruptly he
hugs Ryan, "I'm sorry, Ryan. Blame it on the booze. We  did four shots and
beers, then just beers. I can't drink for shit, you know  that." Ryan's
frowning and pouting now, not unlike I've been known to do  myself.


Ryan stays another awkward ten minutes and then takes off when  Chubby
comes bouncing in. I walk Ryan to the door while Chubby gets Robby  laughing
describing some nonsense he got involved in tonight. I go, "Wait a  second,
Ryan, you know Rob can't drink. He even knows it." Ryan goes, "He seemed
serious. He was serious! The booze let his true feelings come out. He hates that
you'll be with me for a part of the summer. He's jealous." I go, "Shhh, we
still  need to get through this week working as a team, doing the reviews
and all.  Look, can't you forget it ever happened? Rob will be fine in the
morning and he  probably won't even remember it. And it was kind of nothing
anyway." He kisses  me quickly, saying, "Yeah, I know my fucking feelings get
hurt too easily. I  love you, Dylan. We'll have fun this summer together,
you'll see." After another  quick kiss he's out the door. I feel bad I teased
him so much. That boy's  feelings get hurt even easier than mine.


I go back out on the balcony where Chubby says, "Rob's right,  bro, if
there's the slightest problem in Georgia we'll be there in a flash." I  shrug,
"Thanks, but what kinda trouble could there be?" Robby says, "This  fucking
mess is all my fault anyway. I took pity on Danny's situation and over  did
it." Chubby asks, "How's that, Rob?" and Robby explains about Danny's
parents filing for divorce, but neither of them will leave the house because
that's considered deserting the home. It's all about the money in their divorce
settlement. It'd be a very uncomfortable environment for Danny with his
parents  co-habituating without talking to each other, which is why the parents
 agreed Danny should get an apartment until it's settled at home. I say,
"It's  not all your fault at all, Rob. You maybe started the ball rolling and
I got  jealous about Danny living with you, and that's when I agreed to work
for Ryan.  But I really do think it'll be good for me to get away and
grow-up some,  although naturally I'd rather take the easy way out if it was
possible, which  now it isn't." Robby goes, "Yeah,  Seth has your spot on the
grass cutting  crew until August, and you're too deep into the Georgia thing
to back out of it  at this late hour in any case." We talk some more about it
with Chubby saying,  "I agreed the experience might be beneficial to you,
Dylan, but mostly I agreed  because I thought it's what you wanted, and I
like you getting what you want. I  can't even make myself think about you not
being by my side at work, and not  hooking up with you outside of work.
Knowing your not sleeping in the condo  under mine, um, it's just going to be
hard, bro." We hug tightly swaying, then  Robby makes it a three way hug and we
all get a little emotional. No boo-hooing,  but some tears. Those two have
been drinking so they have an excuse for their  tears, but what about me,
what's my excuse?


The next week is a blur, although Robby and I have awesome  lovers sex just
about every day. The exception being when he got smashed at the  baseball
team's awards dinner. Ryan and I have sub/dom sex every day at least  once
too, and a couple of times twice. The sex was super fine all week in all
instances. Other than our reviews and taking finals together, Robby was pretty
much tied up with baseball related parties or some kind of activities. We
usually have the aforementioned lovers sex in bed before sleep. After
Monday's  final exam we're all high-fiving each other because we know we did really
well,  even thinking an 'A' is a possibility. There's a little tension
between Robby  and Ryan, but it nothing major.

Danny, Robby, Ryan, and me do our review for the other two  exams, and
after taking the tests we're positive we did really well in one, and  okay in
the other. On Tuesday Ryan, his roommate Freddie, and I spent the day in
Boston, mostly in the MFA. Freddie's interested in art so we toured the Boston
Museum Of Fine Arts. A laborious task for me, especially because Freddie
provided a narrative for most of the works of art. He knows an amazing amount
about the subject, but I thought my brain would come out my ears by the
time we  left. Our other free day was Thursday and we slept late and then got
involved in  a softball game with Ryan showing off some good moves around
third base, and  getting three hits. I was impressed. There was beer drinking
at Tracy's where I  got to say goodbye to a lot of guys, but I didn't get
that last fuck from Tracy  because Ryan was like gum on my shoe. Yeah, but like
Tracy told me, there's  always next fall.


At the end of the week it was suppose to be my weekend with  Chubby, but
Robby wanted to spend it with me too, so we were the three  musketeers
Saturday and Sunday for the most past. Chubby and I had some time  together after
drinking too much the Saturday night the three of us had dinner  at our
Italian restaurant. Robby went home and then in Chubby's disheveled  bedroom, he
and I got overly emotional about not seeing each other for weeks.  Lots of
hugging, kissing and reminiscing before we both fell asleep on top of  his
bed in our clothes. It was a somber brunch the next morning with me trying  to
overcome a massive hangover and act cheerful at the same time. Then when
Robby showed up to drive me back to Merrimack for our final exam tomorrow,
the  moms, Chubby, and me get into another hugging, kissing, and crying huddle
that  Robby joined in on making me feel loved, but feeling like a shit too
for causing  all this fuss. Robby and I finally break away and begin our
drive back to  college, the last time we'd do it as sophomores. I'm totally
wiped-out  emotionally and every other way so I slept most of the drive to
North Andover.  The apartment looked bare because Chubby had already taken all
our electronic  stuff home in the Jeep Friday night, so there wasn't much to
do. I took a nap  and then four of us, Danny, Ryan, Robby, and me had a
goodbye-to-sophomore-year  dinner Sunday night. No drinking involved at all, and
thank God for that. We did  an abbreviated review for out final final exam
tomorrow and Robby and I were in  bed before nine o'clock. We woke up early
Monday morning with Robby and I almost  duplicating the pick-up fuck of a
week ago and then we lay together naked for an  hour afterwards.


Finally Robby murmurs, "I've cried all my tears, Dylan, I've  got no more,
but I'll just say this. Not to make you feel bad, but life the next  ten
weeks for me will be hollow without you. I'll go through the motions as best  I
can, but there'll be a calendar in my head crossing off  each day until
we're together again, and then we're never going to be apart this  long ever
again." Well I've got a tear left and it rolls down my cheek when I  quietly
ask, "Will you sing the country song to me, Robby? Our country song." I  love
his voice anyway, but his singing voice is so pure, and that's true even
with the corny country twang he adds to it like Dwight Yoakum has when he
sings  his song. Our heads share a pillow facing each other as he sings, "I pay
rent on  a run down place," making two syllables out of the last word of
most lines,  "There ain't no view but there's lots of space, in my heart...
the heart that  you own. I pay the rent right on time, pay every single dime,
for my heart, the  heart that you own..." He sings every verse and we end up
tearing-up again. It's  so sweet because he's so sweet. Then with tears
running down our faces, belying  Robby's claim of no more tears, we sing the
song together and get to laughing  when I screw up the words. Unable to delay
getting up any longer we get up and  shower together, then meet Danny and
Ryan for the last official act of sophomore  year. The final final. We meet on
the steps afterwards, Ryan coming out last,  and the three of us stand here
like we don't know what to do next.


Robby finally gets it together, and says, "This is it, boys.  Okay, Danny,
get your shit together and I'll pick you up in an hour. Dylan's  already got
his shit together, so Ryan you can pick him up whenever you're  ready.
Group hug," and the four of us hug, our faces rubbing together. Four gay  guys
hugging before going home with the wrong partners. After the hug there's
some sniffles and averted eyes as I walk off with Robby, and the other two
split  up for their different dorms. Robby and I are quiet as we have a last
smoke on  the balcony, then I help him load his stuff into the pickup. We do a
final hug  with words of love for each other. Finally, he puts his hand on
my cheek,  murmuring, "Do not forget how much I love you, Dylan," then he
gets in his  pickup and I watch his pickup drive away with Robby wiping his
eyes. I think I  really am cried out by now as I watch the pickup, the one I'll
never see again  disappear because he and Danny will soon be driving a
brand new one. Going up  the stairs slowly and then walking aimlessly around the
apartment, which I'll  also never see again either because we're assigned a
different unit every year.  Sitting on the sofa unconsciously smelling the
back of my wrist, I hear the door  bell and there's Ryan with half a grin,
saying, "I guess this is it for  real, Dylan." He looks around, asking, "Hey,
I told you to have the barber  things out." I mumble, "Sorry, I forgot,"
and go get the toiletry kit with all  the barber stuff.


As I'm laying it out on the kitchen bar, he says, "Me first.  See if you
can replicate that preppy haircut I came back from spring break with.  My dad
really liked that haircut I got at Joe's barbershop in town." Neither of  us
are in the mood for the shampoo part, so Ryan takes his shirt off and I
give  him a short tapered haircut with a part on the left side and a little
goofy  pompadour the way he wants it in front. Switching places Ryan does the
same  ridiculously short haircut for me he did last time including using the
bare  clippers at the top crown part of my head. He shows me a little pity
by not  extending the bare clippers past the crown like he did last time.
Standing up  and brushing hair clippings off my arms I feel scalped and
embarrassed because  of it, but Ryan's right about one thing, I definitely feel put
in my place and  submissive. He says, "Clean up in here, then load your
stuff in the back seat of  the Mini." As I'm doing that he smokes a cigarette
on the balcony, his hands  looking a little jittery. I double check the
apartment to make sure I have  everything, then join him on the balcony, "I'm
ready to go, Ryan." He steps on  his cigarette butt, then says, "Sit down right
there, Dylan. No, not the chaise  lounge, in the chair right in front of me
that I pointed at." I shrug and sit  there looking at him. He says, "I've
got some other rules you need to hear, and  that you'll need to follow."
Frowning at him, feeling I'm at his mercy my  fingers rub over my scalped,
sandpaper-feeling hair, he begins telling me the  rules I'll need to follow...


The end of    'Dylan's Sophomore Year'


Thank you for reading my story.  Soon I'll be posting 'Dylan' Summer
Vacation Three'. I hope you'll check it  out.


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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine  published
and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them  for
next to nothing. The books are under ten dollars. They are about a 19 year  old
gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And there is  a
new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them out by
typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books can  be
found in some detail there. Thank you.


Donny  Mumford

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